Gu Xiaoer dropped the gun in her hand and rushed forward, grabbing the arm Han Luoli had just used to push her. Her gaze was heavy and pained as she looked at the bright red bloodstain.
"Da... Why are you bleeding..." Gu Xiaoer's throat was a little dry, and her fingers trembled as she reached to touch Han Luoli's arm.
As soon as everyone saw this situation, their already tense nerves tightened another notch!
At this distance, blanks couldn't possibly cause bleeding!
Could it be——
Han Luoli held his arm and shook his head slowly.
But his eyes were deep and unwavering as he gazed at the concealed area of the cliff, spitting out a cold and ruthless sentence.
As soon as this conclusion emerged, the seriousness of the situation immediately exceeded everyone's imagination!
What does this mean?
This means that at a competition site where real bullets shouldn't exist, someone passed off fakes as real, taking advantage of the chaos to attempt an assassination on Gu Xiaoer's life!
